Marry My Billionaire Second Husband - Chapter 225

Chapter 225: Irrational*
The light in Matteo’s eyes was haunting. It was filled with desire, resembling a beast who had finally found its prey after many hours on the hunt.

Even when they had parted from the kiss — and rather reluctantly — the ravenous look in Matteo’s eyes remained. He was starved for her touch and it wasn’t something that could so easily be satiated.

Matteo’s fingers combed Amelia’s hair, tucking the strands neatly behind her ears while still holding her close. His lips were inches apart from hers― if Amelia just leaned forward a bit, she was sure they would touch once more.

“Do you even realize what you’re doing?” Matteo murmured, his words no louder than a breathy whisper that fell on her lips due to their close proximity. “Do you even realize the sort of power you hold over me?”

“No,” Amelia said truthfully. “Do I hold any?”

“Every bit of it,” he said.

Matteo leaned in and pressed a lingering kiss on various parts of her face― her forehead, both her eyelids one after another, the tip of her nose, and then finally the corner of her lips. However, no matter how many kisses he gave her, he refused to place one where she could taste him.

Amelia sucked in a cold gasp of air when she tried to tilt her head so that Matteo’s lips would land on hers rather than a mere corner when he leaned in again. However, her plans were foiled when Matteo stopped, pausing right as there was a hair’s breadth of distance between them.

When she slowly fluttered her eyes open, she was met with his piercing gaze, staring right into her soul.

“You’ve left me starved,” he whispered. “Whatever will I do without you now, Amelia?”

She swallowed. Then, Amelia sucked in a cold gasp of air through her teeth. She said, “Will you have to be?”

“I will never choose to be,” Matteo said. “We could run away― far away. No more Montgomerys, no more Hawthornes. We could disappear together somewhere else and build our own little family if the people here are causing you stress.”

Then, the gaze in Matteo’s eyes darkened.

“Or give me some time, and I will raze them to the ground, starting with the annoying pests living in the Montgomery mansion.”

“I’ll go anywhere you go.” Amelia hadn’t even realized she was crying until she tasted the salt on her lips. “No matter how long you take. I’ll wait for you.”

Exhaustion, stress― nothing could beat the hurt that churned in her chest at the thought of being apart from Matteo. He had taken so many steps ahead in her direction. It was time for her to do the same.

Amelia leaned in, being the one to close the distance between them so that their lips could touch again. Matteo reacted immediately, moving his lips with hers, his eyes closing as his hands roamed her skin, leaving a blazing trail of passion.

She sighed in delight when his fingers combed down to her sensitive parts, kneading and padding at the flesh of her waist right where the waistband of her shorts was.

“Matteo…”

When his name left her lips, he could control it no longer. His fingers traveled even further down, pulling her shorts to one side along with her panties so that he had direct access to the bud between her thighs.

Moisture was already pooling there, evidence of her arousal. It didn’t take much effort for one finger to slip in, followed by another. Amelia’s lips left Matteo’s because of that, her head tossed back as her lips parted for a moan to escape.

She missed his touch. She missed being intimate with someone she loved so dearly. Every second Matteo’s skin was pressed against hers, she could feel every bit of discomfort and unease melt from her body as though he was the cure to everything horrid that had been happening in this world.

Amelia all but melted into his touch, twisting and grinding her hips against Matteo’s hand as he continued to press her clit gently while curling his fingers inside of her.

Maybe it was because they hadn’t been intimate for a good amount of time, but this time, Amelia came undone faster than usual. She was a shivering, quaking mess within seconds; Matteo neededn’t even do much for her to reach her climax.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she trembled, her release coming and going as Matteo helped ease her through it the entire way, slipping his fingers out only when she was nothing but a panting mess tangled in his embrace.

“We’re not done yet,” Amelia could faintly hear him say.

Before she knew it, she was on her side. Matteo’s fingers held her bottoms to one side as the other worked quickly with his own zipper. She heard the sound of it crisp and clear in the otherwise silent night, and in seconds, she felt the familiar pressure of the tip of his cock pressed against her entrance.

It glided up and down her slit, gathering the liquid love that had formed from her previous climax. Likewise, her sensitivity because of that hadn’t gone down yet― this one small movement caused her to release a shaky breath, a whine falling from her lips every time he brushed past a particular spot at her entrance.

Without warning, Matteo pushed in, causing Amelia mewl from the sensation. Her cries were quickly muffled when a hand cupped over her lips, stamping down whatever noise that threatened to spill forth.

“Fuck, Amelia…” A string of profanities left Matteo’s lips, though Amelia could barely register anything over the sensation she felt in the lower half of her body.

He was huge, stretching her out in all the places that she craved to feel him. Even though she had just came, she could already feel the familiar sensation building itself once more. She chased after that euphoric sensation, pushing against him and quickly eliciting a groan from Matteo, so much so that his hands left her lips to land on her ass, holding her back from shoving him all the way into her.

Matteo chuckled, though it was more than easy to hear the failure of his restraint. His cock twitched in her, pressing against her walls and right at her g-spot, causing Amelia to whimper into the pillow beneath her when he began to pump in a steady rhythm.

“I hope your housemates won’t be back so soon,” Matteo said, his voice cracking and barely able to hold an even tone.

He leaned down, and with his weight pressed against her, his member was also pushed further in― she could feel his glans pressed up against her cervix, creating a painful yet thrilling sensation. His hips knocked against her cheeks, the slap reverberating through her room, mixed with the smell of sex that lingered heavily in the air.

“Matteo―” Amelia gasped, her own voice broken and uneven. “I’m… We’re not using… What if I get pregnant?”

At her words, a fevered glint entered his eyes. “Isn’t that good?” he asked. “We’re going to get married.”

Matteo’s hands slowly slipped around her neck, holding her tightly but not enough for her to be short on air. Amelia’s stomach flipped and tumbled at the sensation, butterflies running crazy within her abdomen. His next words caused her to clench down, her eyes rolling back as she lost all rationality.

Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thought. Maybe she did want him to put a baby in her―

“We will have our own little family.”